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my father tells a story of his youth 1950 manchester uk. he lived in a miners cottage row all the cottages had laneways and their small yards had gates with suffolk type latches.the thumb flat often rusted off so people would file them sharp and push a piece of wood on to use it.so he and his brother took the wood off leaving a sharp point,and put dog poo on it.they the watched as the old neighbour came home from the pub. yes you know what comes next,its dark thumb on spike ooch then right into his mouth.

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Reminds me of when my buddies and I would get a paper sack full of "that stuff" and set it afire, place it on a door step, ring the door bell, then RUN LIKE CRAZY!! The owner would answer the door bell and see the sack on fire and then stomp it out.....bad boy, tommy, bad boy....

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A friend of mine once took his chap stick and rubbed it on a cats butt . Then he talked his uncle into trying it and giving feedback about the chapstick for a school project . We've been laughing about that for nigh on 20 years now .

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